“His eyes they closed

and his last breath spoke

he had seen all to be seen

a life once full

now an empty vase

wilt the blossoms

on his early grave…”

-“What’s Left of the Flag”, Flogging Molly

Father, we remember

Cross an ocean of brightest blue

Joined in candle circles, we

Form a fence of glory ‘round

The fragile center of the Earth.

I am a child, a satellite

Orbiting an empty galaxy

Sparkling in moments of unreality

The world will pray the rosary once more.